POETIC
IMPORT
An Open Cage
is available to receive
anything from the outside. Needs
to be redressed one at at time:
new air, clear water, most essentially
a ready flow of flies,
pinballs to rap the fiberglass.
Just a quick buzz
upward could mean leaving,
but lizards long to love
their captors, these lazy descendants
of raptors, for whom claws
were not just painted nails
in a people-zoo. Behind the counter
a student learns the blade,
the correct one to transform tentacles
into a concept. To be consumed
with the perfection of nigiri
is strange, but no stranger
than the cornered professor
lashing out with chopsticks
at a piece of fine artistry. Here
much is elegant and well —
choreographed. Violence one can truly enjoy:
the slyness of the knife,
white-hot teeth grinning
above chilly, stark squid,
fish, and hands infected
with the noble syndrome…
One fly finally lobs itself
over the miniature wall,
and the lizard listens
as the hinge whispers.